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Ron
Add two cups of water to a small sauce pan. Bring to a boil. Continue to boil off water Until pan is empty. Serves two.
Ron
Even if it' s ready How can I ever Eat it if it's Still on the wall?
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New Moon But there's nothing there, It's paleness somewhere Between memory and possiblity. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I should Look more carefully into that blackness. Maybe it's growing from a speck of night lint. Maybe... More »
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I don't now where it is, I can't locate it. But Everywhere it goes it Takes me with it. It has me like the sun. In those moments everybody Seems to notice how my shirt... More »
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Our body is like a boat Plowing through the gray. A missed signal of intention here, A near collision, the rough water Of crossing another's wake. Language grows around the hull Like barnacles, a steady... More »
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The Cut The Pre-flop, two in the hole First burn The Flop Second burn The turn Third burn The River...
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You are going to lose your shirt then. No. Let me ask you this: how are you going to get on out here? You told me you are sixty-one. You are very active,... More »
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I press my cheek against the hive, The little ones rub Against my face Like tiny cats. They come together In little clusters, Form a question: What are you doing? I stare up into the... More »
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We are: A note passed between blind strangers. The glass on the rail filled by the rain. The sky changing while we sleep.
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